Some robins die in cages,
Though they mean renewal
To the world living outside.
Sometimes they get trapped,
Inside a home and seek escape;
But hit a revolving fan.
The world comes between
Their wings and the open sky.
But they are part of the world
Which has life and can die.
Reason is sung out by faith;
Hope may play its own tune;
For faith prays like the sun,
Hope fluctuates like the moon.
And robins try their best,
But life must have its say!
It may leave them free to nest
Or it itself flies away.
Tag: Dedication
Your Calling
He meant nothing to me –
Except he was your father
Who turned you away
For being gay.
You did all you could
And I know you would;
Because that’s who you are.
Suffering teaches you
The value of death.
Seeing you do,
What needs to be done,
Breaking a pot,
Taking turns around the fire,
Lifting the water
And the clarified butter,
Like the body of your father,
Like I had done a few years ago,
Made me weep.
Abscesses linger
Of abandonment.
Wounds that have cut too deep
Don’t allow the momentum
Of life to fall back into joy.
You will leave by morning,
For duty, a calling
And a new suffering,
Time has chosen to employ.
To Rajeev.
To My Journeying Friend,
I remember the times we were together,
As children, but that was long ago …
We lost touch and lucked out on knowing
Each other in life’s incessant flow.
Destiny perhaps has a way of tapping
One’s shoulder and saying, “Hello,
“This is the same boy with whom
“You shared your life with, some years ago.”
Then we probably smiled
On our way down or up the stairs;
Listening to her, and said “hello”, though
We were still wrapped in life’s many cares:
That said college and family and books and computers,
(I smile here because I like knowing you)
And then, suddenly, we met and knew each other,
And destiny got her way and point through.
I won’t make this a long poem
Which would tax an engineers mind;
But a topper is what I know u to be –
Not to mention, to a friend like me, somewhat kind.
So you begin another phase of your life,
Traveling thousands of miles away,
So I think I shall sit back and type out
The things I wish to say.
I wanted to come over a lot
These past few days and spend loads of time with you;
But I know you needed your space with mom and dad,
Because I can guess how much they’ll miss you.
So on the day when you read this,
You’ll be flying off to a distant land,
And I probably won’t be able to say much –
The reasons for which I guess u understand.
I have come to know you so much better,
It’s like losing a friend all over again;
And there is selfishness in abundance
That’s mingled with a degree of pain.
But thousands of miles are easily crossed,
And time has its tricks of faith,
There are plans probably in the making,
And several twists of fate.
But in all I do hope you do well,
For others, yes, but yourself most of all;
And if you ever need a friend
You know who you can call.
And time now won’t matter I guess,
Nor losing touch, like the time sometime ago,
Because I know destiny has other plans
And will be tapping your shoulder asking u to say hello.
Bon Voyage,
Come home soon.


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